80sbetamassacre asked: Where do you bought that Ron Jeremy t-shit?
I lost it and don’t remember
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Final Blog Post on This Blog
I haven’t updated this blog in months. This is my last post on this tumblr before I create a new one. I learned how to write through this platform during my first three years of college, and I know how to write now. I need a new personal blog to reflect that.
I wrote this post late last night as I stayed up waiting to download 1989, the new Taylor Swift album. As I waited, I visited my childhood friend at her apartment uptown, where she cooked homemade Miami food. We talked about the last few years: boys, my parental issues, and Swift's Red.
I love her fourth album. My first listen coincided with a huge, life-changing fight with a boy, whom was, in retrospect, the first (and so far only) boy I have ever fallen in love with. As my friend walked her dog, I explained how each song on Red represented a moment in my troubled friendship with this boy: “State of Grace” (spotting him for the first time), “I Knew You Were Trouble” (drunkenly making out with him on a sticky floor), "Red" (feeling in love on a train to Scotland after a fight).
As I discussed the first few songs, I realized everything changed the last two years. I discovered I’m not biologically related to my father, I graduated and entered my 20s, my health dramatically worsened, and I psychologically recovered from a traumatic experience that happened the day my dad fell into a coma.
When I reached “Begin Again,” the final track on Red, I choked up. My friend asked what the song stood for. My final day with the boy, I said, when he punched me, we never spoke again, and I decided to quit drinking.
I cried the night he punched me (I think at least; I was fucked up), but I’m glad my friendship with that boy ended terribly. Thanks to that experience, I was able to escape my inner Florida girl and become a good person. I began again, and I finally love who I am. That journey is what this blog was about.
Lindsay Lohan allegedly wrote down the names of all the famous people she had sex with, which led to a MEDIA FIRESTORM. The list may be fake, but which are the most impressive names on it?
Harry Cheadle and I ranked LiLo’s alleged/probably fake famous celebrity conquests.
I went to Starbucks and Chipotle with a famous Ukrainian feminist exile to get out of my comfort zone, for a VICE article, but it ends up FEMEN activists aren’t that different from celebrities! Feminists activists! They’re just like us!
A Deranged Math Teacher Named Sky Smith Paid Me to Throw a Concert in My Mom’s Guest House. Read more on VICE.
I never enjoyed Lars Von Trier or Gus Van Sant, but since the paternity drama erupted last month, their films have spoken to me more than anything else.
"I see [gold medalist] Tara Lipinski at parties out here. I was in love with her [as a kid], and now I see her out in Los Angeles partying, and she’s a train wreck now. You peak so young, and it leaves you with nothing unless you want to be a coach. I looked into Disney on Ice, but you get paid $30,000 a year, and that’s like not even what you spend. I don’t know where the payoff comes except for the self-satisfaction."
— I investigated how FIGURE SKATING RUINS LIVES for VICE.
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